Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Trouble comes to a head

I thought that maybe I might have - yes I see the redundancy, it's for emphasis - blogged about something, anything last night. Then again I was thinking of that when I was half-asleep, so it's not too surprising I didn't follow through.

This past Sunday I went out grocery shopping. At the supermarket I stood behind an older guy with no hair at his temples and very loose hair on his scalp. Loose, I mean, in that you could easily slide a ballpoint pen under it. There's a lesson here. If you respond to your receding hairline by shaving your head, you've crossed the rubicon. No use wearing a toupee then, it will just look foolish. Full wig maybe, but it won't fool anyone. Just adjust to your new life as a chrome dome.

Yeah, that's as good an argument as any for just letting the chips fall where they may. Or go way in the other direction, have a collection of obviously false wigs as motley and flashy as Liberace's sequinned tuxes.